Pondering On Nirvana

Pondering on Nirvana The meditator mediates her thoughts meanders through confusion and the onslaught overkilled by oscillating storms Nothingness emptiness detachment as she does not wish to be fragmented any longer but the Lotus flower seems Appears to have departed the mantras has deserted her and her visions are merely a picture of Guernica in which rotten demise remains Her poetry resounds blank sentences a piece of paper fountain pain pricked pen idle dried ink and empty hollow words craving expression Her begging bowl scrambles for what is or is not meant to be seeks the truth darkens memories of a blotchy future so far untold Seeds are waiting to flourish agonise antagonise before the waiting game is over and reality settles on her tired restless mind The moment bargains like a Faustian pact entices temptations doubts resolve capitulation yet fails once more the sweet surrender When evening falls again she levitates on the putrid stench of humanity while smells of roses have succumbed to thorns alone Reflecting moons however guide shooting stars alleviate the scorching sun so she resolves to try in hope once more when new tomorrow beckons